Could it be... that this man had some unusual fetish?
The corners of his eyes twitched beneath his sunglasses, and Rear Admiral Tianzheng instinctively stepped aside, clearing the way.
"After you."
The cable car slowly rose.
Through the glass, they could see the sea receding below them as Marineford's outline gradually came into focus.
"Hey, the view from up here really is spectacular."
"Yes... the last time I saw it like this was at the Reverie ten years ago."
Jora tucked her half-red, half-pink hair behind her ear.
Shortly after taking the throne, she had come here once as the Antagarich Alliance's representative.
That was when she had truly learned what it meant to be "strong."
The guards of the five great nations, the military officers accompanying powerful New World countries... even the attendants they brought along could each have easily defeated her, the woman then hailed as the Fairy Tale Land's strongest fighter.
The World Government had over a hundred and fifty affiliated nations, but no more than fifty ever actually entered the conference hall.
Most of the rest were merely small countries gasping beneath the crushing weight of the "Heavenly Tribute"
they paid.
"If you're interested in the conference, you can come again next year."
Rossi, draped in a black feather coat, added this as he gazed at the distant spires of Marine Headquarters.
Now that Dressrosa's throne belonged to the Donquixote Family, they naturally had the right to receive an invitation and make their voices heard at the conference.
Whether anyone would listen was another matter.
The good news was that no other country had the power to veto resolutions unilaterally; the bad news was that the World Government held precisely that power.
"We'll see when the time comes. Honestly, this so-called Reverie..."
Jora snorted. Her memories